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“Dorian’s had me training and feeding the baby drakes he captures, and it has gotten me thinking. I want a pet of my own! No, not a juvenile drake. I don’t want a pet capable of biting my hand off! However, in the Bonefields to the northeast of the camp, beyond the area dominated by the drakes, there’s a large population of goretalon rocs.
The grown ones are beyond hope of domesticating, but if you bring me the eggs from their nests, I can raise them from the time they hatch.”
-Zootfizzle
Bring 7 Roc Eggs to Zootfizzle at Dorian’s Outpost.

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Quest Giver: Zootfizzle — Dorian’s Outpost, Sholazar Basin [42, 28]
Objective: Collect 7 Roc Eggs.
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Zootfizzle has been stuck babysitting Dorian’s captured proto-drake hatchlings and wants a pet of his own, but nothing with teeth. His completion text is a dig at gnomish engineering: “I’ve gotten so tired of robotic squirrels and chickens for company. It’ll be wonderful to have a pet whose joints won’t require oiling!”
This ties directly to his established hatred of cogs and mechanical devices.
Rocs in Warcraft draw from Arabic mythology, where the roc (or rukh) is an enormous bird of prey said to be capable of carrying off elephants. The Goretalon Matriarch, their leader, has a unique white coloration and is involved in the Oracle daily quest The Heartblood’s Strength.
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Explore Sholazar Basin’s hidden easter eggs, lore mysteries, and connections across Warcraft history in Vikstone’s Sholazar Basin Chronicles, along with the complete quest storyline.
Vikstone's War Journal“Dorian’s had me training and feeding the baby drakes he captures, and it has gotten me thinking,” Zootfizzle said. “I want a pet of my own! No, not a juvenile drake. I don’t want a pet capable of biting my hand off!”

A reasonable concern, given the hatchlings snapping at him from their cages.
“However, in the Bonefields to the northeast of the camp, there’s a large population of goretalon rocs. The grown ones are beyond hope of domesticating, but if you bring me the eggs from their nests, I can raise them from the time they hatch.”
The Bonefields. Scattered bones of large creatures, picked clean, with rocs circling overhead. The adults had wingspans that cast shadows larger than tents and their talons left grooves in solid stone.
Gathering eggs meant waiting for the parents to leave, moving fast, and hoping they didn’t return early. Each egg meant the same gamble: hold very still while something capable of carrying off a tauren passed overhead, then move before it circled back.
Returned with the eggs intact. So was I, mostly.
“Oh, these are very nice!” Zootfizzle cradled them. “I’ve gotten so tired of robotic squirrels and chickens for company. It’ll be wonderful to have a pet whose joints won’t require oiling!”
Didn’t mention that a grown roc could swallow his robotic squirrel whole.
The rocs circling the Bonefields still had something Colvin Norrington needed in Reagent Agent.